Hello to anybody reading this! This is my first real short story set in the 40k universe, and it centers around Inquisitor Lord Renurt and his underlings. The pace is erratic, the writing degrades after chapter 2, and it doesn't have enough detail, but i thought I'd post the first chapter here anyway. I've written five chapters total, or nine pages. So without further ado:
Souls of Blood
The spartan room was illuminated dimly by lights built into the floor. Crystals hung in the air whimsically around the fringes, slowly rising and falling like the tide. The walls were curved, ending in two points, one of which possessed an almost unnoticeable door. The only sound that could be heard was the faint hum of engines. And in the center of the room, sitting perfectly still in meditation, was a man.
He wore long robes, a gold necklace from which an ornate “I” hung, and a serene expression. The back of his bare head sported cybernetic implants. His long interlaced fingers wore three rather large rings, or, more accurately, three very tiny weapons. He breathed only three times every minute, and each breath was shallow and dry. His eyes were closed, hiding his piercing stare from the walls. One could easily think him dead, if they did not know better.
Presently, a small sound cut through the air. “I told you Chelen, I wanted no interruptions.” The man’s eyes stayed closed, but he stood up.
The door slid open, separating at the point and leaving a one-meter wide space. A rough-looking man walked through. His face had been fair once, a long time ago. But now it was rent by scars, and carved stolid by years of battle. Though his chestnut brown hair was unkempt, his hands were clasped neatly behind his rigid back. “I’m sorry sir, but we’ve received new orders. I thought them important enough to tell you.”
“And what might those be?” As he turned around, his eyes opened. They were an unsettling, dull gold, but Chelen met them with his own. “And please, call me Aminar, or at least Lord Renurt.”
“Yes, I’m sorry Lord Renurt.” Chelen swallowed, choosing the more formal of the titles proffered to him. He still couldn’t get used to not calling his master “sir”, or the fact that “Lord Renurt” didn’t address him with his last name, Turinas. Inquisitors were the strangest of people… “The new orders are to investigate a series of attacks by the Xenos in the Helican Subsector. The inquisition assumes these attacks are coming from the planet Nuriam, which was recently uncovered by warp storms. The attacks are-”
“What sort of Xenos?” Inquisitor Lord Renurt strode regally out of the room, motioning for Chelen to follow.
“Those blasted Eldar, Lord Renurt.” Chelen walked quickly behind Renurt through a long hallway, lined with expensive works of art, marble statues and paintings of battle. “We’ll need some help with this. Last time we fought Eldar, I lost nearly half my men. There is-”
“A detachment of Silver Skulls which is more or less on our course. I was aware. I suppose I’ll have to commandeer a company or so.” He threw about those terms so casually, it almost scared Chelen. How could the Inquisitors wield so much power? At least he knew Lord Renurt was a good man, having served with him for just over a year. They turned a corner, heading toward a turbolift. “I expect your men to be ready when we welcome our new allies onto the Ironsoul.”
The Ironsoul was the colossus they lived on, and Inquisitor Lord Renurt‘s base of operations. One of the few venerable Grand Cruisers in the Imperial Navy, it was over two kilometers long, and had a crew of 1,000,000 men, along with a military complement of 500,000 Inquisitorial Stormtroopers. It also held 100,000 Dropships, 500,000 APCs, 20,000 Destroyers, over 100,000 Fighters, 75,000 tanks, 50,000 artillery pieces, and, strangest of all, a multitude of forgotten communities on its lower decks. The ship was so huge, not even the administrative staff could keep track of all its operations. Chelen didn’t know the manner in which it was acquired, but he knew it was an older ship. In fact, Renurt hadn’t even explored some of its lower decks. For all they knew, there could be a hole in the universe down there, and Chelen even found that somewhat probable. In the previously unexplored decks they had braved, there was everything from towns of stowaways to traitor guardsmen who had gotten sealed away in some portion of the ship during a boarding action. An icy shiver ran down his spine as he remembered a time he and his squad got lost in the labyrinth of Deck 23...
Renurt turned about, coughing artificially and bringing Chelen back into the present. “Oh, yes sir, I’ll get all my men prepared. Count on it.” and Renurt strode into the turbolift, the sleek doors closing behind him. Chelen was left with a vague feeling of uneasiness and apprehension. It always happened before he went off to fight, but this seemed… worse. He headed off to his quarters to get some rest. It had been a long day.
Postscript- Is there a way to include margins in posts? I find that stories with this sort of format are hard to read, but that may not be the case for anyone else.